It has always been thought perfectly womanly to be a scrub- woman in the Legislature and to take care of the spittoons; that is en...tirely within the charmed circle of woman's sphere; but for women to occupy any of those official seats would be degrading.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

If the sewing societies, the avails of whose industry are now expended in supporting and educating young men for the ministry, wer...e to withdraw their contributions to these objects, and give them where they are more needed, to their advancement of their own sex in useful learning, the next generation might furnish sufficient proof, that in intelligence and ability to master the whole circle of sciences, woman is not inferior to man ...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

If there be no nobility of descent in a nation, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent--a charac...ter in them that bear rule, so fine and high and pure, that as men come within the circle of its influence, they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the Royalty of Virtue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The clock runs downtimeless and still....The days and nights turn hours to yearsand water in a gutter marks the circle of another worldhating, resentful, and afraidstagnant, and green, and full of slimy things.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951) has often been compared to Socrates, and there are some striking resemblances--the trances of conc...entration they went into, the sharp questioning of those who professed to know, the search for purity of language and life. But the contrast is sharper than any such comparisons. Wittgenstein is a powerful example of the separation of modern philosophy from ordinary life, a separation he deeply regretted but could do little to remedy. Unlike Socrates, who engaged citizens in philosophical self-examination at public meeting places, Wittgenstein could not bring himself, very often, to meet with a small circle of students. He feared that not even those select Cambridge philosophers could understand him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disk rested on the hi...gh fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disk; the handles, the tongue, the share--black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »